Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.